The truth of the matter is there has never been any “good old days”, and we can never go back. The white supremacist/nationalist/alt-right (whatever you want to call the Nazis) have always been a part of this nation since it’s inception. It’s called the American experiment for a reason. The history of this country is written in blood. Yet we progress. We are all progressives, because you can’t stop progress. Repressiveness is not an option. Time marches on and change happens. That’s the blessing and curse of time. Continue reading The President of Fear
These complex interplay’s not just between the white characters and the black characters are to me an African American male who has been in this similar situation more than once can attest is very real. Continue reading Get Out: a review on the movie and society and what it means in 2017
Two days removed from the historic election, I am still trying to find the words to describe how I feel. The joy and elation (now ebbing), and giving way to nervousness and uncertainty. Not for the country, not for the man, but for us. As I rode the bus yesterday I heard the cheers and chants of the young kids not old enough to vote. In the morning they were jubilant and full of promise, by mid afternoon they had degenerated into mindlessness and foolishness. The happy Obama chants had become the stoned stupid cries of high kids on the back off the bus. It was disheartening because I know it was not isolated to the bus I was riding.I had heard the stories during the day of the celebrations throughout the streets of Oakland and the idiocy that marred the event. Continue reading Still trying to find the words
Oh I forgot, my grandmother used to tell me how when she was young there was a water fountain for white men, a water fountain for colored people, and no water fountain for white women! When black people were getting all that free water sprayed on them, poor white women were parched. When black women were riding comfortably in the back of the bus (being driving around by white men). Poor white women had to be shuttled around alone by black men that looked like Morgan Freeman. Continue reading Fuck You bitch!
The question of race has been on people’s lips a lot lately. What with a Black Man (at least half), having a actual shot at the presidency. The tension and drama in the air, is old and boring for the most part. My generation saw to that. The ties that bind us are more important. Our culture differences are all but fading. I myself am a perfect example of that. A Black Man, that at thirty years old is more into Flogging Molly than 50¢. I have always stood on the cultural fringes, but now I am not so much an anomaly for my personal taste or my musical ones. Over the last decade I have watched more and more Black kids appear at punk (and other wise alternative) shows. On the same token, most hip-hop shows are 50% white these days. The distinctions of a black and white culture are nearly gone. Continue reading Miscegenation